Bound (Harry Styles FanFic)

Her mother's dying wish was for her to be happily married, even though she was only 19 years old. And now, Kelsey Ross has to do just that. Little did she know that the guy she was having an arranged marriage to was the one and only, Harry Styles. K...

The hotel was quite nice, actually. The boys had a concert here in Glasgow, Scotland tomorrow night and there were a total of four hotel rooms – well, suites, actually. In one suite was the boys and I, the other was the band, then Five Seconds of Summer, and then everyone else. We would all be sharing a room, and of course, I was sharing a room with Harry.

Exiting the room after putting my bag down, I noticed four more boys with the general bunch. I easily recognized them as the other band that was touring with us and I sat down on the couch next to Liam. Niall, Ashton, Luke, and Louis were playing video games while the others relaxed. Sitting on the couch, I went on my phone and went on Twitter. What shocked me was that I had gone from a few six hundred followers to over two-hundred thousand. My eyes widened at that, and I created a new tweet.

@Kelsey_Ross: In Scotland with 1D. Such a beautiful place :D

Immediately, I got several interactions. People whom I’ve never talked to before blew up my mentions as they asked for a follow or said awfully rude things. I ignored those, however, and just scrolled through my timeline. I went on my profile, and my eyes landed on my picture. It was taken last year; my hair pin straight and I was halfway turned towards the camera, though smiling at something else with my teeth in full view. I looked genuinely happy; and that annoyed me.

Exiting out of it, I put my phone down and bit my lip as I looked up at the ceiling. Suddenly, my stomach grumbled and I felt everyone’s eyes on me, and my cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. Oh God, how embarrassing!

I nod, running a hand through my hair as I stand up. Harry and I walked out of the hotel room and I let out a groan as we walked down the hallway. “That was unbelievably embarrassing,” I mutter.

Harry drapes an arm around my shoulder as he rubs my upper arm. “Don’t worry about it,” he says. “Those idiots don’t really care. They like a girl who can eat.”

For some reason, I blushed at our sudden contact which worried me. Instead, I just ignored the blush as Harry and I reached the lobby. Harry’s security guard was already waiting for us and he ushered us towards the car that the boys had rented. Thankfully, not a lot of fans were here but since there were a few, Harry stopped for pictures and autographs as I waited in the car.

When he came in, we set off to grab some lunch. Harry drove us to some Scottish restaurant that I couldn’t pronounce the name of. We were immediately seated and people where whispering as they discreetly pointed to Harry. But since Harry ignored them, I did as well and we both ordered our food.

As we waited for it, I ask Harry, “How’d you find this place?”

“The last time we came to Scotland, the lads and I found this place,” he tells me with a slight smile. “Their food is amazing; you’re gonna be blown away.”

I chuckle and nod as our food soon enough comes again. I had ordered the same thing as Harry, that had something to do with fish and when I took a bite of it, I let out a groan of satisfaction. “This is delicious,” I say, looking at Harry as I swallow it.